Tomorrow I drive south, with the dogs in tow, for my first one week visit home since I began this temporary position in the northern Virginia area. I left my garden on 6 August, and although its had visits by a friend, the grass will be in desperate need of mowing (which also means the snakes will have to be chased away), vines will need to be reprimanded, and I'll discover what in my garden is sturdy enough to survive two and half months of neglect (with one of those months being August in the south). It looks like it's going to be a mostly warm and sunny week - and when I return to Virginia, we will be at the peak for fall color - and the weather will be turning much colder.
I spent today a block or so off of DuPont Circle for a retreat with colleagues - we met in a beautiful building, and at lunch enjoyed a yummy lebanese meal. It's nice being out - away from the 12-story building where my office is. Washington DC is definitely a beautiful city.
But salt air is definitely calling me. Salt air and live oaks and my own chaotic garden. I've missed it.